Page 135 of Handsome Devil
Did she feel that dirty about blowing me?
I didn’t even know what to say. I was sitting on the side of the bed waiting for her and still trying to scrape my head back together after she blew my brains out the back of my skull and splattered them across the ocean.
I watched her walk around to the far side of the bed, turn off the lamp, and get into bed.
I sighed and got in under the sheet. I lay on my back and stared at the canopy thing kinda drifting in the light breeze. There were a couple of lanterns glowing at the far end of the patio, and along with the light of the moon, there was just enough light to see a bit.
When I looked over, Devi was lying on her back with her head turned away from me.
“Are you seriously sleeping?” I asked her after a moment.
“Yes.”
Christ… this was gonna be a long four months.
I couldn’t sleep.
For one thing, I had a hard-on.
For another, it would’ve been weird to me if the first time I was with any woman she gave me a blowjob but wouldn’t let me touch her in return. But the fact that Devi did it? On our wedding night? It fucking confounded me.
If I’d made a list of a hundred things I thought might happen tonight, that would’ve been dead last on the list.
Actually, it wouldn’t have even made the list.
All I could do was lie awake next to her, scrolling through the possible reasons for her behavior, with a thudding erection trying to snag my attention while I turned it over in my head.
She was trying to make a point that I was a selfish prick? The kind who took a blowjob and gave nothing in return?
She didn’t want to fuck me so she forced herself to blow me so I’d leave her alone?
She had some kind of issues with sex and intimacy in general, so this was her way of putting me off?
Either it was one of the above, or she just hated me so much she was willing to blow me in hopes that I’d end up lying here fucking confused, and feeling like a selfish prick.
Or… maybe she was planning to fuck someone else anyway and had no need for me. She was playing her part as wife, as far as she’d allow herself to go, and that was it.
Maybe.
Whatever it was, it turned out that I had a bit of a problem with taking and not giving back, under these particular circumstances. Plus, the raging hard-on.
And as I considered how I might go about countering what she’d done, the only reasonable response I could think of was to make her come.
Maybe that was just my thudding dick kicking in its two cents, but there it was.
No matter what she had against me, no matter why she blew me tonight and told me she wanted nothing back… I had to give it one good try.
I had no idea if she was actually asleep. I wasn’t going to start touching her when she told me not to. So, I figured I’d just ask again.
Nicely.
I rolled onto my side to face her. I saw her eyelashes flutter in the near-dark.
“Hey,” I said.
She didn’t answer.
“Are you awake?”
